Still trying to find that happy medium

The most dissatisfied people I know always seem to be complaining about the things they have to do as opposed to what they want to do.

Sometimes it’s as innocuous as getting in at work early when all you really want to do is sleep in.

It’s not pleasant being torn between two different, opposing directions. My biggest conflict at my previous job was feeling as if I was serving Mammon when I wanted to serve God.

Where is the middle ground? How do you resolve your ideals and the practicalities of day-to-day living?

I guess in the end it boils down to priorities. Narrowing things down, deciding what I really want.

Sometimes it’s just a matter of wanting what you have got, instead of longing after what you haven’t.

I don’t always find that happy medium; a lot of times I am just as dissatisfied as the unhappy people I see.

But there are days I come so close. My heart feels lighter and despite the weariness of my body, I feel an indescribable ease of soul.

To be, and be happy just to be. Right here, where I am, who I am. Until tomorrow comes and I feel the need to kick myself into doing better. When the deadlines come piling up, the obligations start weighing on my consciousness, or old antagonists remind me they exist.

But right now I feel as though I am just one wing’s breadth short of flying.  Almost, but not quite, perfectly content.

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